Naw, he looks amazing and huggable. And I already got meh bomb shelter ready.
Age: 17 or 18
Species: ‘Merfolk’. That’s the closest description.
Appearance: Arlan is a predominantly smoke-grey colour, with a white underbelly. His upper half could pass for human... If the human was going blind. He has short dark hair, and yellow, cat-like eyes that glow faintly when there is little light. Instead of ears, he has small, fish-like fins, and he has gills on his back and neck. However, he can survive out of water for a time. At first glance, he doesn’t seem to have lips, or even a clearly visible mouth. However, he does, which is filled with sharp teeth – the top set is structured like a shark’s, curving back slightly as an anchor, and the bottom set are made of much sharper, smaller teeth which act like saw blades, allowing him to cut off chunks of fish and swallow them whole. About half-way down his back, there is a short dorsal fin, which has a chunk taken out from it as if something bit him a long time ago.
Arlan has proportionately long arms, ending in webbed hands and sharp nails, and a long, thin body. He has no legs – rather, his body tapers off into what looks like a large dolphin’s tail, given his colouring, and two smaller fins just up from the two caudal fins, about where his hips would be, that act like rudders. He doesn’t have scales, but rather his skin is sleek and soft, and when he is out of the water, it is slimy to the touch. It is also scarred in various places, some from fights, and others from normal life. The chunk taken out of his dorsal fin is the largest scar, though.
From the crown of his head to the end of his fluke, he measures about six foot at the most, and much of it is tail.
Personality: At first, Arlan is rather shy, preferring to disappear under the waves if he is overwhelmed. But once he has warmed up to someone and trusts them, he is a very curious and energetic being, much like a dolphin or a seal. He sometimes ‘borrows’ unfamiliar things, like hats or scarves, merely to play with them in the water, but can be persuaded to give them back when the first novelty has worn off. If there isn't anything fun to play with, he spends time skimming along the ocean floor or leaping out of the waves, which has made people think there are dolphins nearby.
Because he’s rather young, he is still curious about humans and their ways, happy to spend time close to their odd, dry civilisation, much unlike his elders, who have grown to mistrust, and almost hate what the humans have done to their ocean homes, taking all their fish, drawing sharks and other predators towards their settlements, and polluting.
Other: Arlan belongs to a hidden race that rarely comes up to the surface, preferring deeper and/or warmer waters in the south, near the tropics. However, Arlan’s community is based rather far north, and unusually close to land. When the storm hit, Arlan had been playing round in the bay of the coastal town. Trapped in the shallow waters by the large waves, it was really only a matter of time til he was beached, just before dawn as the storm finally ended.
He normally talks in something a lot like, and has been mistaken for by humans as whale or dolphin song, clicks and other sounds, but he can speak English fairly well.
Herp derp, I'm coming down from my sugar high now. The form was fun to make, though.